Chapter 397 So Disgusting
- The cash wasn’t just slick with sweat—it was smeared with blood.
- Ding Ying gagged, ready to puke. She grabbed the money and hurled it at Fang Dashan’s head.
- “You got a death wish? What’s on this? What if it’s crawling with germs?” she snapped, scrubbing her fingers over and over with a wet wipe.